Sub Life is the new EP by Weird Messiah, a musical amalgamation of alt indie, dream pop and electronica.
It's a subaquatic, psycho-sensory journey through a watery underworld. You will meet characters such as Big Blubber and The Boy Who Slipped Into the Sea.
Sub Life is an underwater dystopia, the escape from which is the plight of our protagonist. It is a thought- provoking story that mirrors our own. As the title track suggests, "you won't get out of here with both eyes closed".
SUBLIFE was written, recorded and performed by Vincent Gould and mixed, mastered and engineered by Pete Heywood.
Lyrics
Into the Sea
Sinking, giggling into the sea
Is this the end of the land that created me?
Not with a bang, with a whimper you see
RIP
Is it to be or not to be?
I’m as low as a man can be
Down in the ocean, fishing for me
Illegitimate place to be
Die, little baby
Screaming!
You’re on the wrong side of history
At least that’s what they keep telling me
This is the right place for you to be
Under the bridge with the dregs of humanity
Chorus:
Take a part of me
And make it free
The part of me
The part that dare not speak
Sinking into the sea
Down to the bed where I’ll lay for eternity
Into the deep pressed like a bad dream
With no trace and there’s nobody stopping me
I’m as sunk as a boy could be
Watching horizons rising away from me
Over radio entropy
Reports of an old boy seen slipping into the sea
There’s nothing here for you to see
At least that’s what they keep selling me
It’s the only way to be
But suddenly it no longer amuses me
Chorus
Sublife
Way down way down low
Life out of balance will never flow
If your sub life makes you low
There is a way to make your real life grow
Sometimes you’re the last to know
You’re doing things that make your sub life so
From my head down to my toes
Trying to work out where the good time goes
In my Sublife (x2)
Way down, way down, way unknown
Not quite static just very slow
Can’t see much when you’re this low
You won’t get out of here with both eyes closed
Way down, way down, way not shown
Down to the depths where nobody goes
No way back what you know
On to heaven where the good folk row
In my Sublife
In my Sublife
You know it feels nice
But something ain't right
(Repeat)
Big Blubber
When you wake up in the soup
You’re going to wonder what you should do
So here’s a little play
Just a layout of a normal day
You will wake up around eight
And you’ll wonder what’s on your plate
You will sit and meditate
What did I do to deserve
All these things that are unearned
It’s so nice for me to see
That there’s nothing that’s required of me
So take your favourite thing
And watch it over and over again
All the shows you must get through
Chorus:
Big Blubber’s passing by your pod
Every day at 9 o’clock
Don’t look in his bloated eye
Just make sure you’re up in time
Headphones on
Volume up
Fill my cup?
Thanks a lot!
Well, it’s just a normal day
Being entertained
As you watch him swim away
Don’t you worry your little brain
There’s no need to feel that way
He just wants you to be entertained
As your head begins to swell
There’s a story that you tell yourself
Perhaps here is the place for me
Maybe this is where I’m supposed to be
Chorus:
Big Blubber’s coming back around
He just wants to check you out
Don’t look in his bloated eye
Just make sure you’re up in time
Turn that frown upside down
Send that sweat back up your brow
What a way to spend your time
This is your Sublife!
I just want you to be free
That’s why I got you under the sea
II just want you in the blue
Where I can keep an eye on you
Big Blubber’s at your door
No escaping any more
His tail flicks the foam
As he makes himself at home
You can see him through the dark
Every word could set a spark
He sits down on your bed
And tries to get inside your head
Every surface has an eye
Walls fit to climb
Not enough to be outside
He’s got to tuck you in at night
Take your hand off the plough
In the never ending now
You’ll be made anew
When he's finished with you
He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea-bottom, lost in a monstrous world
where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable.
What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side?
And what way of knowing that the dominion of the party would not endure for ever?
- Orwell, 1984
